7 - oh

As Gran collected the butterfly's wing, he thought about the beauty and life that it had now thanks to the drops of life. He felt joy and satisfaction that he had been able to help the butterfly and give it the chance to feel complete and whole again.

Just as he was about to pocket the wing, he suddenly felt a sense of unease and looked up to see the butterfly staring at him.

It was the oddest thing. The butterfly had stopped crying and was staring at him with an expression of curiosity on its face. Gran hadn't expected this reaction, and it caught him off guard. For a moment

With a confused look on his face, Gran took a step back and watched the butterfly closely. As he observed it, he started to notice something unexpected. With each wing flap, the butterfly was releasing tiny drops of pure light.

As if in response to his observation, the butterfly suddenly lifted off the ground and hovered just inches away from him. It seemed like it was trying to tell him something.

Gran realized that he didn't understand the butterfly's intentions, but he also felt a strange connection to it, like he knew that they were meant to complete some sacred mission together.

As Gran watched, the small creature suddenly dropped to the ground and remained still. He realized with a start that the butterfly had died. Gran felt a sense of sadness wash over him, but at the same time he found himself laughing. The sound of his laughter echoed in the glade and he didn't know why.

Gran looked down at the remains of the butterfly and a thought suddenly came to mind. He took out the small bag that contained the wing and looked at the wing with awe and wonder. It was still shimmered with pure light and looked untouched by death.